Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

He seemed oblivious, still gazing ahead.

An inexplicable impulse overwhelmed reason.

She reached out and gently brushed his shoulder with her fingertips, sweeping the fallen leaf away.

"Young master, there's a leaf."

She explained in a low voice, her heart pounding, afraid that her overstepping action would provoke a strong reaction from him.

Wei Zixian stiffened for a moment when her fingers touched his shoulder, but he did not react violently or immediately pull away as he had before.

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at the falling leaves, then turned back to look ahead. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his ears turned a visibly red.

He didn't speak, but simply turned his gaze back to what was ahead.

The lack of rejection is tantamount to tacit approval.

Bian Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief.

She quietly clenched the hand that had "broken the rules" into a fist and hid it at her side. Her palm was burning hot, as if the sensation from that moment still lingered.

She continued painting, but her heart was stirred by this small "transgression".

It seems that he has taken another tiny step closer to his closed-off world.

Strangely enough, Wei Zixian didn't dislike Bian Zhizhi's touch. On the contrary, he even liked it a little.

What exactly does he like about her? Is it the faint scent of shower gel she carries? Or is it simply because the person touching him is Bian Zhizhi?

The two sat quietly under the ginkgo tree, one drawing and the other "daydreaming".

Bian Zhizhi would occasionally describe the color combinations in a soft voice, or marvel at the changes in light and shadow, her voice so gentle it was more like background noise.

Wei Zixian remained silent throughout.

He even frowned almost imperceptibly when she accidentally spilled a drop of paint on the edge of the paper, seemingly uncomfortable with this "accidental" flaw.

However, this short-lived oasis was soon destroyed by the outside world.

A slightly noisy chatter and laughter came from afar, along the gravel path of the garden, the laughter clashing with the natural atmosphere of the garden.

Bian Zhizhi's heart tightened instinctively, and she looked up in the direction of the sound.

Several people were seen walking from the other end of the path.

The leader was Wei Yanqiu.

She was dressed in a smart business suit and was accompanying a middle-aged man with a large belly who was wearing an expensive suit.

And a lady, dressed in jewels, was arm in arm with him.

Followed by his assistant Zhou Lin and another person who looked like a secretary.

Clearly, it was an important business partner visiting. While showcasing the family's strength, Wei Yanqiu also took the opportunity to let the guest tour the renowned private garden.

Wei Yanqiu's gaze was drawn to them under the ginkgo tree.

A flicker of surprise, even a hint of displeasure, crossed her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a flawless professional smile.

She said something to the guests around her, probably to divert their attention elsewhere.

Then, with an air of nonchalance, he continued to describe the scenery in the garden, as if the two people standing out under the ginkgo tree were merely insignificant decorations.

However, it was too late.

It was almost as soon as I heard the voices of strangers, and especially when I saw those figures gradually approaching.

Wei Zixian, who was standing next to Bian Zhizhi, seemed to have been instantly immersed in ice water, and underwent a complete transformation!

My whole body tensed up instantly!

His breathing suddenly became rapid and shallow, and his previously relaxed sitting posture instantly stiffened like iron.

His spine was ramrod straight, and his hands gripped the edge of the picnic mat tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

He suddenly lowered his head, burying his face even deeper, his whole body radiating an aura of extreme resistance and panic, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

The aura surrounding him instantly shifted from quiet and aloof to a state of heightened alertness.

Bian Zhizhi's heart clenched instantly!

She was all too familiar with these warning signs!

The unfamiliar environment and the sudden appearance of strangers were a double shock for him!

We must leave immediately!

immediately!

Before he completely loses control and causes irreparable consequences!

Her mind raced, and she immediately stood up, moving her feet as naturally as possible to cleverly block Wei Zixian from the group, using her body to cut off most of the direct visual contact.

She picked up a nearly empty tube of cobalt blue paint and said to Wei Zixian:

"Young master, I'm so sorry, we're almost out of cobalt blue. The sky part of this painting needs a large area of ​​color."

I need to go back to the activity room to get a new one. Could you come back with me to get it? We can also rest for a bit while we're there.

Her reasons were reasonable and sounded more like a minor incident in a plan than a hasty escape.

Wei Zixian did not respond; he may have lost the ability to respond verbally.

But he almost staggered as he stood up.

Her body was still trembling slightly, and she subconsciously moved closer to Bian Zhizhi, as if she were the only piece of driftwood she could grab at this moment.

As Bian Zhizhi packed up her painting tools, she gave Wei Yanqiu and the others who approached a slightly apologetic smile and nodded as a greeting.

Without saying a word, she immediately turned to the side, gently supporting Wei Zixian's arm on the outside, guiding his unsteady steps toward the activity room.

Wei Yanqiu watched their hurried departure, especially her younger brother's obviously near-collapse state, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

But she maintained a perfect polite demeanor and smiled at the guests around her who had been slightly drawn to her attention.

"Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang, it's nothing, he's my younger brother."

"Over there is our gardener's newly cultivated chrysanthemum garden, which contains many rare varieties imported from Japan. Their flower shapes are unique, and their colors are very elegant. Shall we go take a look?"

Mr. Wang was clearly more interested in the little incident that had just happened, his chubby face beaming with curiosity.

"Oh? Mr. Wei, was that your younger brother just now? It's truly amazing to see him in person; he has a very unique air about him. And who is that person next to him?"

Wei Yanqiu's smile was impeccable, and he casually changed the subject.

"Yes, my younger brother prefers quiet and doesn't like meeting strangers. That person is an artist we hired to accompany him while he paints, helping him relax."

"This way, Mr. Wang. We've heard you're quite knowledgeable about gardening; could you perhaps offer us some pointers?"

She skillfully steered the conversation toward chrysanthemums and her professional field, successfully diverting the guest's attention.

Mrs. Wang chimed in at the opportune moment, praising the garden's exquisite beauty. The group then headed towards the Chrysanthemum Garden, their laughter gradually fading into the distance.

The journey back to the activity room felt incredibly long to Bian Zhizhi and Wei Zixian.

Wei Zixian's steps became completely erratic, stumbling and nearly bumping into decorative vases or potted plants placed along the corridor several times.

His breathing was still rapid, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were unfocused and completely lost their focus, and he was only following Bian Zhizhi's movements on instinct.